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#They don't exist yet,  you know-- the words' Babe..   the words.. At least..  not here on Earth   yet,   they don't. They are hurting-- the broken-ones   that you love so deeply And  the ones   such as yourself--   chosen to bring them the Message, are broken too. In fact, it is within your brokenness that pieces of the Message                   are made perfect--   You who were  so unjustly treated at such a tender  young age.. You have Chris's  presence and Chester's,  fragmented heart You.. who are the New-Light's  flame..      Sent down..  for us,      to overcome      this  ****** up, Death-sting. . Within you,  will be  the New Unfolding     And from you,  will come     the words Chester and Chris only knew,                                              on the other side                               of their devastating  choice. #
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Feb 19, 2022
Feb 19, 2022 at 10:53 PM UTC
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#They don't exist yet,  you know-- the words' Babe..   the words.. At least..  not here on Earth   yet,   they don't. They are hurting-- the broken-ones   that you love so deeply And  the ones   such as yourself--   chosen to bring them the Message, are broken too. In fact, it is within your brokenness that pieces of the Message                   are made perfect--   You who were  so unjustly treated at such a tender  young age.. You have Chris's  presence and Chester's,  fragmented heart You.. who are the New-Light's  flame..      Sent down..  for us,      to overcome      this  ****** up, Death-sting. . Within you,  will be  the New Unfolding     And from you,  will come     the words Chester and Chris only knew,                                              on the other side                               of their devastating  choice. #
but never did they not feel its pieces https://youtu.be/WC5FdFlUcl0 youtu.be/TcJzfOATtHo you are amongst the greatest in the world .
preston
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Feb 19, 2022 at 10:53 PM UTC
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